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Authors: James Frey

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12GOLDENGATE12:
DAD AGAIN, YEAH? PARENTS SUCK, MAN

An Liu has told the stranger that his father is a
blinkBLINK
disciplinarian, that sometimes it's difficult to live up to expectations. Nothing more than that.

LAMORT377:
WHAT DO YOU KNOW?

12GOLDENGATE12:
I KNOW I DON'T LET ANYONE BOSS ME AROUND

12GOLDENGATE12:
NOT ANYMORE

LAMORT377:
WHAT'D YOU DO, KILL MOM AND DAD?

12GOLDENGATE12:
HAHAHAHA

LAMORT377:
☜

12GOLDENGATE12:
YOU DON'T KNOW HOW BAD IT CAN GET. I HAD TO GET OUT
OF THERE, YOU KNOW? NOT SO GREAT ON THE STREET EITHER, THOUGH. NO COMPUTERS ON THE STREET. LUCKY I FOUND THIS PLACE

LAMORT377:
WHAT PLACE?

12GOLDENGATE12:
BUNCH OF KIDS LIKE US, SORT OF A COMMUNE THING, WITHOUT ANY OF THE HIPPY DIPPY SHIT. JUST HACKING, YOU KNOW? YOU SHOULD COME, YOU'D LOVE IT

LAMORT377:
HOW DO YOU KNOW I'M A KID?

12GOLDENGATE12:
COME ON, NO ONE OVER THE AGE OF 20 CAN DO WHAT WE DO

An Liu indulges the fantasy for the moment. Securing himself a plane ticket to California would be as easy as breathing. He could sneak out of the house while his father and his uncles slept, flee this place and this life. No more Playing, no more tests, no more
blinkblink
punishments.

But then what?

Maybe, if this were
blink-shiver
before.

If he were the
SHIVERshiver
boy he was.

Not now. Not when he's like this, with no
blink​blink​blink​blink​blink​blink
control. He
blink
spasms; he
blink
hurts.

It's safer here, in his
BLINKshiver
basement, in the dark where no one can
shivershivershiver
see him. His damage. Now that An has a friend, he can't afford to lose him.

LAMORT377:
A BUNCH OF GUYS ALL LIVING IN SOME SHACK TOGETHER? DOESN'T SOUND LIKE MY THING

12GOLDENGATE12:
WHAT MAKES YOU THINK I'M A GUY?

That stops him cold. It's never occurred to him that he could be talking to a
girl
. An Liu's hands freeze over the keyboard. He hasn't talked to a girl since . . .

He's never talked to a girl.

Never talked to any female, except for his mother.

And it's been so long.

12GOLDENGATE12:
OH, DON'T FREAK OUT, DUDE. WHAT IS IT WITH NERDS, IT'S LIKE XX IS KRYPTONITE

LAMORT377:
WHAT'S KRYPTONITE?

12GOLDENGATE12:
LOL

12GOLDENGATE12:
WE STILL FRIENDS?

LAMORT377:
YOU KNOW IT

12GOLDENGATE12:
PROVE IT.

LAMORT377:
HOW?

12GOLDENGATE12:
I TOLD YOU SOMETHING ABOUT ME. YOU TELL ME SOMETHING ABOUT YOU. SOMETHING TRUE

An Liu hesitates, but only for a moment. Then he takes a
blinkSHIVERblink
deep breath.

LAMORT377:
I'M LOOKING FOR MY MOTHER

12GOLDENGATE12:
HUH

12GOLDENGATE12:
YOU FOUND HER YET?

He regrets it already. His father has
blinkblinkblink
taught him that weaknesses exist for exploitation. And now 12goldengate12 knows An's greatest weakness of all. What was he
blinkSHIVER
thinking?

12GOLDENGATE12:
MAYBE I CAN HELP

12GOLDENGATE12:
TELL ME HER NAME

12GOLDENGATE12:
COME ON, YOU CHICKEN?

12GOLDENGATE12:
YOU SHOW ME YOURS, I'LL SHOW YOU MINE . . .

12GOLDENGATE12:
HELLO?

12GOLDENGATE12:
SHIT, COME ON

12GOLDENGATE12:
DID I LOSE YOU? DON'T BE LIKE THAT

12GOLDENGATE12:
PLEASE?

LAMORT377:
DON'T ASK ME ABOUT THIS AGAIN

They don't talk about it again. 12goldengate12 doesn't risk asking any more questions about An and his life. Instead, she tells An about herself. About how much she hates her parents and what it was like to walk away from them. About how she was convinced she deserved better for herself, and finally ventured to find it.

An is
blinkblinkblink
stunned by all of it.

To
BLINK
want better.

To imagine
deserving
better.

These are things that have never occurred to him.

Life is what life is; that's what he's always
SHIVERblink
assumed. That's what he's been taught.

Sometimes life is hard.

Always life is pain.

Never is it happy, and how could happy be something one is
blink-shiver
entitled to ask for?

An Liu has
blinkSHIVER
asked for only one thing in his life, and the consequences will
blink​blink​blink​blink​blink​blink​blink​blink​blink
be with him forever.

He certainly didn't ask for 12goldengate12's help, and has no intention of doing so.

But 12goldengate12 doesn't wait to be asked.

12GOLDENGATE12:
I HAVE SOMETHING TO CONFESS

12GOLDENGATE12:
I FIGURED OUT WHO YOU ARE. YOUR NAME. AND I DID SOME DIGGING. I THINK I FOUND YOUR MOTHER FOR YOU. SENDING YOU THE FILES NOW

12GOLDENGATE12:
I'M SORRY

The files are a collection of photographs, videos, and police files that, pieced together, tell a clear story:

An anonymous corpse on a morgue slab.

A coroner's report of a bullet wound in the forehead.

A ballistics report tracing ownership of the gun back to a prominent and apparently well-connected Xi'an businessman who has his name blacked out in all files.

A pauper's grave.

An Liu
blink
understands; he realizes now he should have understood long ago.

Of course his mother is dead.

Of course his father killed her.

Of course.

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The first time his father locks him in the box of rats, An is five years old and thinks he will die.

He wants to die
.

Death would be better than this oppressive darkness, the scritch-scratch of tiny claws against his skin, the whisper-soft brush of fur, the screech and squeal of the rodents as they scamper up and down his body, biting and biting and biting, and An screams himself hoarse and prays to lose his mind and still the rats run and scratch and nuzzle and bite
.

He lies very still
.

In his hand, he clutches a scrap of his mother's dress. He takes it with him everywhere, sleeps with it under his pillow at night, breathes it in when he wakes, though it no longer smells like her
.

He holds tight to it now, holds tight to her, imagines her here with him in the dark, smoothing his hair, whispering in his ear, promising him that she will save him, she will love him, she will come back for him
.

He just needs to be patient
.

He just needs to hold on
.

When he comes back to himself, he knows what he has to do.

First, he finds a needle. He drains a pen of its red ink. Then slowly,
painstakingly, working around his
blink-shiver
tics, he tattoos a bloodred tear beneath his left eye. So he will always remember this day, always remember what has been taken from him.

Then he kills the messenger.

It's unacceptable that there be someone out there who knows who he is and what he has lost. That cannot
blinkSHIVER
stand. It was his mistake, exposing
shiver-shiver-blink
his weakness. But 12goldengate12 is the one who will bear the consequences.

An knows enough about her to find her. A commune of hackers at the heart of San Francisco—that level of computing puts out a signal as bright as the sun. He doesn't need to know her name to destroy her.

He just needs to know her geographical coordinates the next time she's online.

12GOLDENGATE12:
HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO SAY SORRY.

12GOLDENGATE12:
I THOUGHT I WAS HELPING

LAMORT377:
IT'S OKAY

12GOLDENGATE12:
THERE YOU ARE! THOUGHT I LOST YOU. SRSLY, DUDE, DIDN'T MEAN TO OVERSTEP

LAMORT377:
YOU'LL MAKE IT UP TO ME

12GOLDENGATE12:
HOW?

An needs only to
blink
hack into the nearest
shiver
drone and
blink​blink​blink​blink
command it to drop its
blink-shiver-blink
payload.

It's that easy.

Shiver
.

12goldengate12 was a friend, and so An Liu gifted her with a merciful death.

The others will not be so lucky.

His father has taught him pain; his uncles have taught him patience. He has watched them
BLINK
play their parts, pretend respect, obey orders, bide their time.

Now An Liu does the same.

He takes his time; he wants to do this right.

There are
shiver-blink
things he needs to know. Things about the Shang, about Endgame, about being the Player that he has
SHIVER
never bothered to ask. The Shang elders believe in the ancient ways—but they live in the modern world. They cannot hide from An Liu's cyber-reach.

He learns of the council, how it
blinkblink
leaves Player training in the hands of family. How the father of a Player has
SHIVER-blink
ultimate control.

It has always been the way.

His 11th birthday passes without note. An feels as if a century has passed since the last one. That boy from a year ago was whole; that boy thought he could take on his father in a fair fight.

The boy An has become knows better.

He won't make the same mistake again.

He won't make any mistakes again. He proceeds carefully. He studies the lives of Players past. No Player has ever been stripped of his title—no matter his crime.

Once the oracle bones speak, fate cannot be changed.

An Liu will be the Shang Player.

No matter what he
SHIVERblinkSHIVER
does.

He learns that pain is, indeed, the Shang way, but not his father's kind of pain. This is
blink
new. The elders would, perhaps, not approve. But neither will they
shiver-blink
interfere.

That makes them guilty, An Liu thinks. As guilty as anyone.

But he will deal with that later. He will deal with all of them. He has nothing but time.

Time and fury.

Upstairs, his father and his uncles sleep peacefully through one night after another, dreaming, perhaps, of new torments to impose on their Player, the boy they've turned into a monster. They think he still needs to be trained; they don't know that he's
blinkblink
learned his final lesson.

He's learned that there is no hope. No escape. No return to a happier
past, no flight into a better future.

There is only
blinkSHIVER
destruction and pain.

Only
SHIVERSHIVERSHIVERblink
the thing he's become.

The thing they made him.

La Mort 377
.

Walking death. He will bring it to his father and his uncles—and when the time comes, he will bring it to his entire line. His entire species. Someday, finally, an end to misery and the delusions of life.

An end to everything.

There are many ways to kill. An considers a bullet, since this is what took his mother away. But bullets are too fast, too merciful.

An wants it to
blinkblinkblink
hurt.

He considers his bare hands, but this is too risky. To win a fight to the death, you must have the will to live.

Does he have that? Truly?

An no longer knows.

blink

He has the urge to kill. This is good enough.

He considers sparing his uncles.

He remembers whispers overheard, snatches of conversation, evidence, perhaps, that they
SHIVER
are not bad men. That
blink​blink
they think they have no choice. His father is a killer; he knows that now. His uncles
shiverBLINK
have always known.

Maybe they were afraid for their lives.

So they sacrificed his.

This, perhaps, An Liu could have forgiven.

His mother's sacrifice? He cannot.

He comes to a decision. He makes a plan. He waits one week, then another, until he is
blink-shiver
sure. Until he is ready.

At night, he turns his face to the sky. “I-i-i-i-i-s thiiiis r-r-r-ight?” he asks his mother, because he does this for her. “I-i-i-i-is thiiiis what y-y-y-you w-w-want?”
BLINK

His mother never answers, because, of course, they've taken her away
from him.

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